Like ocean waves it comes and goes. Never ceasing. Always existing. Is it natural? A figment of my imagination? A creation of my mind? A surreal state of existence that is only present in our world? Or just my world?
I do not have the answers. Maybe there are no answers. It comes and goes. That is the reality I am faced with. I could either accept it or fight back with no guarantee of victory. But if I do not fight back, defeat is certain.
The repetitive ceaselessness of the web of disaster grips me and lets go at its whim and fancy. There is nothing I can do about it. I am getting too tired to fight. What will happen if I am caught in its web?
There is no escape. It will come and go come what may.
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